


Past Mistakes

by TKDGirl2016



Series: Arrowverse My Way [3]
Category: DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV)
Genre: BAMF, Drinking, F/F, F/M, Graphic Description, Implied/Referenced Torture, Kendra is Len’s mom, Kendra is Leonard and Lisa’s Mother, Kendra is Lisa’s mom, Leonard Snart’s Mother, Lewis Snart's A+ Parenting, M/M, No Sex Scenes, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Past Child Abuse, Stealing, Time Travel, Werewolf
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2018-06-26
Updated: 2018-06-26
Packaged: 2019-05-29 02:16:03
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,878
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15062834
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/TKDGirl2016/pseuds/TKDGirl2016
Summary: She never imagined what she would learn about her past lives on the mission to destroy Vandal Savage.Learn about the type of person she had been.The truth about who she was.What truth would the timeline reveal as they try to save the world from destruction?(Rewrite of Legends Take 2)





	Past Mistakes

**Author's Note:**

  * Inspired by [Nature vs. Nuture](https://archiveofourown.org/works/6636085) by [nirejseki](https://archiveofourown.org/users/nirejseki/pseuds/nirejseki). 



3rd P.O.V.

A light breeze washes over the nine unconscious bodies that lay on a rooftop. Abducted from all over the world by a British time traveler from 2166. The heroes, vigilantes, and criminals drifting back to the land of consciousness. 

Raymond Palmer pulls his helmet off as he jerks awake, meeting the gaze of a disgruntled Mick Rory.

“My head.” Mick groans, his head in pain from the crash that happened after the man in the trench coat rendered him, Casey ‘Red’ Baxter, and Leonard Snart unconscious in the middle of a police chase.

“Anyone get the number of that cob car?” Red slurs as she tries to figure out how that trench coat guy got the Rogues away from the police to wherever here is.

“Stein?” Leonard Snart asks, recognizing the elderly man from the few occasions he and Red broke into Star Labs, without Team Flash knowing, because they were bored and beating the ‘complex’ security system. And besides, spying on Team Flash was entertaining. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m as ignorant as you for once.” Martin Stein fires, pushing his aching back off the rough rooftop.

“Where are we?” The former assassin, Sara Lance, asks as she shoves off the ground trying to figure out whose ballsy enough to kidnap her and eight other people.

“Why don’t you ask the dude who knocked us out and kidnapped us. You know, British dude with a flash thing ring any bells?” Jefferson ‘Jax’ Jackson says, drawing the eight confused people’s attention towards him.

“The names Rip Hunter,” The British man makes himself known as he struts towards the group of nine. “I am from East London. Oh, and the future.” 

“Nice to meet you Rip.” Heatwave grumbles reaching for his gun as he and the others stand.

“Ah, while you were, uh, incapacitated. I may have, uh, tampered with your weapons and given everyone with powers a sedative to temporally shut down them.” Rip nervously explains.

“You roofied us?!”

“What?!”

“Excuse me?!”

“You what?!”

“Then it’s a good thing sedatives don’t work on me.” The redhead drawls as she smiles sweetly. Her dark burgundy lips dropping, her emerald eyes turning a piercing gold, her forehead and nose becoming more prominent, her canines sharpened into fangs, and her short nails growing into pointed razors. 

“What the hell?” The masked Hawkgirl, Kendra Saunders, swears at the view of the strange transformation. 

“Astonishing.” Stein gasps, eyes widen, as he studies the change.

In seconds she moves in front of Rip, using one hand to lift him three feet off the ground causing everyone’s (but Leonard and Mick) eyes to widen in a mixture of fear and shock. Sara moved to a defensive position. Jax, Stein, Kendra, and Carter jumping back in shock. Hawkman moving an arm in front of Kendra to draw her behind him.

“Whoa!” Rip chokes, clearly shocked, fearing for his life.

“What are you doing?!” Ray questions stepping forward, even while deeply confused by what’s going on, he won’t allow someone to violently threaten or torture someone.

“I assembled you all here because I need your help to save the world!” Rip gasps as he tries to pry Red’s tightening fingers off his throat. “Now, please put me down, Ms. Baxter!” 

The girl releases an animalistic growl and shouts, “how do you know my name?!”, while tightening her iron grip. The Rogues had always made sure her real name never made it to the public. Her face was barely known, but to those who did know it knew she was a Rogue. She is only known as the Hellhound, the Redhead, the Wolf Girl, the Bloody Bitch, the Throat Ripping Psycho, and other various nicknames and fake names. But never Casey Baxter.

“Red, put him down. I want answers from him and that can’t happen if you kill him. Besides, if he’s lies you can kill him,” Captain Cold orders strutting towards the pair with a suspicious Heatwave by his side.

Red snarls and throws the time traveler to the ground. Rip quickly scampers to his feet, rubbing his bruising neck. 

“Talk!” Red shouted her eyes flaring a sinister yellow as her face and fingers returns to normal.

“Your name is Casey Baxter, a world class thief. A member of the Rogues, nicknamed the Hellhound by Team Flash. Your nickname used to be Ghost because when you would steal, your victims wouldn’t realize something was missing until you were gone. You discovered your powers when you were 6, your 6th birthday to be more precise. You almost died, but your aunt did.” Casey released a fierce rumble through her growing fangs, some blood dripping from her closed fists. 

“Watch it.” Mick snaps, him and Leonard looking ready to start throwing punches. Leonard subtly shaking head, signaling Rip to not go down that road if he wanted to live.

“As far as the Flash and his friends know, you’re a meta-human.” Rip quickly finishes trying to avoid the wrath of the Rogues. The Brit turns from a simmering Casey to meeting the vicious glare of Captain Cold. “Leonard Snart, aka Captain Cold, a world class thief, leader of the Rogues. An IQ of 192 and an eidetic memory. After your mother committed suicide you became the main caretaker for your 2 year old sister at the age of fifteen.” Rip turns his ‘confident’ gaze to the hothead. “Mick Rory, aka Heatwave, world class thief, pyromaniac, and member of the Rogues. Didn’t you two meet in Juvie at fourteen and fifteen?” Rip points back and forth between Cold and Heatwave. “When you were fourteen, your house caught on fire and your parents and brothers died in the ensuing flames. You got your heat gun repaired after you helped Mr. Snart and his younger sister Lisa Snart, aka Golden Glider, kidnap Cisco Ramon. You forced him to repair Mr. Snart’s cold gun, your heat gun and build Ms. Snart’s gold gun by using Mr. Ramon’s kidnapped brother Dante as leverage. In addition, the four of you were able to get the Flash’s secret identity out of Mr. Ramon.”

“Why isn’t Lisa here?” Leonard questions.

“Yeah, what’s up with the three out of four Rogues?” Mick snips.

“I would have invited Ms. Snart but her lack of participation on your …uh … “recent jobs”… made her seem unreliable or she was getting out of the... “business”.” Rip finishes turning to the blank faced former assassin. “Sara Lance, aka the Canary, the original Canary to be exact. As a child you had a pet canary and you used that as a genesis for your name when you joined the League of Assassins. You were found and trained by the League on the 2nd year of when the world believed you were dead. After four years you were released from the League, due to your attempt to commit suicide with cobra venom to save your mother. You rejoined to get the League to help the Arrow and his allies against Slade Wilson. Last year you were killed, but several months ago your sister, who became the Black Canary after you died, brought you back to life using the League’s Lazarus Pit.” The Brit spins towards Ray. “Raymond Palmer, aka the Atom, is the inventor of the Atom suit which allows him to shrink.” Rip struts to the professor and 20 year old. “Jefferson ‘Jax’ Jackson and Professor Martin Stein, an auto mechanic and physicist, affected by the Particle Accelerator who combine to form a nuclear powered superhero called Firestorm.” The time traveler turns to the last people on the roof, the reincarnating pair in their warrior hawk costumes. “Kendra Sanders, aka Hawkgirl, and Carter Hall, aka Hawkman, soulmates who have been reincarnating for over 4,000 years and are the only people capable of killing the immortal Vandal Savage. Who, by the way, can regrow himself from a single atom if one of you doesn’t deliver the death blow. That is why he is still alive and is the reason I was tasked with forming a team to travel through time and space and capture Savage before he becomes a director who will conquer the world.” Rip finishes with flare before releasing a huff. Waiting for a moment letting the personal information and his pursuit for what is happening sink in to the stunned nine. 

Raymond and Professor Stein’s minds are dancing with the wonders of time travel. Jax is wondering what mental faculty he escaped from. Kendra and Carter are still trying to process that Savage is alive and going to destroy the world. Sara is wondering what an undead ex-assassin could do to stop him. Leonard, Mick, and Red is processing the information about Kendra reincarnating and its similarities to Leonard’s insane mothers’ claims about coming back to life and her lost lover.

“So, are you all in?” Rip’s question snapping them back from in their heads.

“You’ve got the wrong guy. Hero ain’t on my resume.” Leonard snarks, being the first to break the silence as he starts to walk away.

“Or ours.” Mick states referring to himself the snarling Casey, whose eyes have not lost their golden glow, but no longer bares her fangs and claws, as they follow Snart. 

“I know this is difficult for you to fathom, but where, when, when I’m from the year 2166. You and everyone on this roof, aren’t just considered heroes.” Rip pauses for dramatic effect, his speech causing the Rogues to stay and listen. “You’re legends.” Red, Mick, and Snart not believing the legends schtick he is trying to sell. Why would he come and recruit ‘legendary’ criminals or people who have yet to do the great things they’re legendary for on a deadly mission? The Rogues believe he’s blowing nothing but hot air at this point.

“Legends?” Ray smiles like he won a prestigious award.

“I hate to knit pick but doesn’t a legend have to be dead.” The older half of Firestorm sasses.

“Yeah, that’s a deal breaker for me.” Jax snaps, making up his mind that there is no way he’s going on this mission. He can’t risk abandoning his already widowed mother and he doesn’t see how a twenty year old mechanic can save the world from the apocalypse.

“He’s from 150 years in the future. Of course you’re dead by then.” Red snarls, not even containing her eye roll.

“It’s dangerous for any of you to know too much about your own futures,” Rip starts, ignoring Red’s comment. “But I’m here because each of you, as individuals, is destined for greatness.” Rip explains so well the Rogues almost believing the crap coming out of his mouth.

“I can get behind that.” Ray exclaims, ecstatic at the idea of inspiring others and saving lives. Rip struts past the Rogues towards the corner of the rooftop. Red hoping he decides to throw himself over the edge.

“And, if you don’t follow me, this is what is in store for your world 150 years from now.” Rip announces as he activates a hologram of 2166 to try and layer on the guilt of the destruction of humanity on their shoulders to get them to join his crusade. The future technology creating the hologram erasing some of the doubt that he’s lying about being from the future.

The hologram reveals the burning of collapsed buildings, explosions, a spaceship flying above firing lasers at the ground. Screams of adults and children filling the air. Ash and still burning embers being carried by the wind, falling from the sky like rain. 

A burning wasteland.

“I could have chosen any time and any place. Of all the people who ever lived, I chose you nine. I certainly hope you won’t let me, and the world, down.” Rip quickly moves away from the edge, past the Rogues towards Professor Stein handing him a piece of paper with an address on it. “If your answer is yes, meet me at this address in 36 hours.” Rip Hunter struts away from them, leaving the nine on the roof of some building in a city that none of them knew the name of, to decide if they should join him on an impossible mission.

“So what do you think?” Ray breaks the silence, trying to find out who will be joining him on this endeavor.

“I think that’s five minutes of my life I’m not getting back.” Snart fires off looking like he doesn’t give a damn, but really he just wants to get away from these people. More specifically Kendra, to think about this. So, he, Mick, and Red can decide what to do. He caught a glimpse of the address when Hunter walked by, so they know where to go if they decide to join.

“He just showed us the entire world in flames.” Stein yells, not believing anyone could ignore that. “You can’t turn your back on that.” 

“Watch us you old-ass gasbag.” Red sasses as she and the other Rogues leave the group to decide their fate.

“Well I think we can all agree that the mission will go a lot better without those three.” Ray sighs, wondering what Rip Hunter was thinking inviting three criminals to this opportunity of a lifetime.

“I haven’t signed on yet.” Sara states, trying to figure if she should go. She wants to save people, but doesn’t think she is capable of doing such good or capable of controlling her bloodlust.

“And I’m not signing on at all.” Jax exclaims, honestly thinking they’re all insane for wanting to go on this suicide mission.

“Jefferson-” Stein tries to reason with the young man.

“No. I’m not going off to die in some apocalyptic future. I’m staying right here in the present.” The younger half of the nuclear duo states as straight forward and clear as possible and quickly leaves to try and find a way off the roof.

“Let me talk to him,” a fidgety Professor quickly mutters handing Ray the paper with the address on it, having already memorized it, heading after his partner.

“I’m just gonna leave,” the blonde assassin states wanting to get to Star City and talk to Laurel. “Anyone know what city we’re in?” The remaining look at each other, realizing they have no idea where the British time traveler took them. 

 

————————————————————————-

 

Lisa Snart’s feet repeatedly crash into the metal as she races to the basement door. After she got the phone call from her brother about him, Mick, and Red being kidnapped and offered a weird job she ran to her car and used her drift racing skills to break every traffic law in existence to get to the safe house the four agreed to meet at. It was a warehouse just outside of Central City, they had turned the basement into a hideout back in 2009 and messed with the blueprints the city had a copy of so no one knows the basement exists. 

Lisa may have decided to leave the criminal life behind and live off her nest egg until she found her new path, but that doesn’t mean she is going to stop spending time and worrying about her family.

“I can’t believe your thinking of hooking up with the Englishman!” Mick’s yell echos out the door as Lisa throws it open. Mick tosses the grinder down grabbing his beer. Leonard is laying across the new black leather couch, flipping through a magazine, while Red reclines in her worn burgundy leather chair with a bowl of popcorn and deer jerky on her lap, as she drinks straight from a half full vodka bottle. 

“Do you mean sexual or taking whatever this weird secret job is?” Lisa’s comment shocks Leonard and Mick as she walks down the stairs into the filthy dungeon, that they had spruced up with a few recliners, a coach, a few tables, a beat up rusting refrigerator, a work bench for Mick, an old car trunk they use for storage, some magazines, and a couple of new lights. Red heard her as soon as Lisa arrived thanks to enhanced hearing and just decided not to tell them. Relief washed over Lisa’s body the second she saw them physically unharmed. Hearing they were fine over the phone in the same sentence as they were kidnapped was not good for her blood pressure. “Big brother, I love you, but either way, you can do better than this psycho kidnapper. You don’t need them or this mystery job.”

“First off, he’s British and the accent is not sexy on him, so I ain’t dropping my pants.” Leonard explains as he throws the magazine on the trash covered, small, black plastic crates that they used as a coffee table.

“A British accent wasn’t sexy?” Lisa laughs in disbelief. 

“It’s true,” the pyromaniac states as he plops into a light brown fabric of his recliner. “He’s got the scuff going for him, but the air of ‘know it all’ and ‘control freak’ kills it.” 

“If I were into dudes I would be able to gage this better, but I’m pretty sure it’s like how I look ridiculous in hats, it works on a lot of people, but there are some that just don’t have what takes to rock it.” Red states as she tosses popcorn into the air, catching it with her mouth. “I really wish I could rock a damn hat.” 

“Second, he’s too pompous, so not my type.” Leonard explains ignoring Red’s last comment on hats as he heads towards the fridge. The hinges squealing as he grabs a cold one for Lisa.

“He’s possibly a pathological liar.” Red mutters as her teeth tear into dried meat waving the piece in her hand around as she does. Leonard throws the Lone Star towards who catches it while barely paying attention to it. Both of the Snarts take a side of the couch and melt into the cool leather. “I could tell from the shifty slightly crazed look in his eyes.”

“Third, its time travel, do you have any idea what we can with that?” Leonard interjects hoping to stop Red from going on another long and passionate rant about this Rip Hunter being crazy.

“Time travel?” Lisa coughs, beer and air fighting in her throat. “I thought we had a no more weed pact going on?”

“The British dude is Rip Hunter from East London.” The pyromaniac starts before rising his beer to his lips and stopping for a second pretending to be in thought. “Oh, and the future.” Then he takes a big swig.

“Your kidding.” Lisa snorts. They’ve seen some incredible and impossible things, meta humans, that black hole above Central City, Red’s powers, but time travel? There’s got to be some limits.

“Wish he was.” The eldest Snart sighs, revealing the conflict and confusion he’s trying to bury.

“Apparently, he’s from the 2166 sent to recruit a team to stop a dictator from taking over the world.” Mick calmly explains with a obvious disinterest. 

“You sure he’s a real time traveler and he isn’t some crazy or an over the top prankster?” The brunette’s face contorting in a blend of confusion, suspicion, distrust, and sci fi nerd curiosity.

“Yes.” 

“No one has a reason to prank us like this or these six other people.”

“I’m still on the fence about the time travel thing, but he’s definitely an escaped mental patient either way.” 

“Then why wasn’t I invited to this?!” Lisa screeches. Eyes burning in rage. She may be out of the crime game, but that doesn’t mean she lost her world class thief skills or the knowledge on how to get it done. Why take 3 out of a 4 person unstoppable thieving team?!

“Because you have a future.” 

“What?” The brunette mutters. She comprehend what her brother just said. The thought that her brother who always protected her from their father and did what he had to so they escape Lewis and live. That Mick, who became another brother by choice, who helped her and Leonard find their way, and has always had their backs. That Red, the fighter who survived hell, that Lisa believes they met because of fate, the little sister that completed their pack, their little messed up family. The four made a place, a home for each other in a system, a world, that had betrayed them and threw them out. The four siblings against the world. So to Lisa, there was no way that these three people weren’t important to the world or history.

“The schtick he tried selling us and the other six, was that we’re legends in the future and he’s trying to recruit us to go on a dangerous and deadly mission to stop an immortal psychopath.” Leonard explained knowing Lisa would get it, not because of their shared love of science fantasy shows that Red and Mick always sleep through, but because Lisa was extremely intelligent, her mind being the main reason the crew had been able to pull off their more complex and dangerous heists.

“I don’t know what type of meds he’s on, but if he thinks he can use my family as disposable pawns, he can say goodbye to cock!” The raging brunette screams as she launches herself off the couch and begins to pace. “How much do you think a gold covered penis would sell for on the black market?” The other three burst into chuckles at that. “And why he recruit three thieves?” 

“Exactly!” Mick shouts. “We’re thieves, crooks, criminals. I have no desire to save the world, especially a hundred years after I’m dead.” The bald man quickly throws back his beer, not understanding Leonard’s desire to join these goody goodies.

“He said across time Mick, what about the years before?” The eldest Snart asks.

“What do you mean?” The women ask in perfect unison.

“Before fingerprints and surveillance, security cameras and DNA analysis.” Leonard elaborates. “Why did we become criminals?”

“Because we hate working, we love money-” 

“And it’s fun to take from the world-” The redhead interrupts Mick.

“That has done nothing but screw us over.” Lisa interrupts finishing something all four of them believe in. Why try and work with a world that doesn’t want them and has done nothing but betray and hurt them.

“We could steal the Mona Lisa straight off Da Vinci’s easel, snatch the Hope Diamond before it’s discovered.” The parka wearing genius lists causing the wolf girl’s eyes to widen in excitement as her mind wanders.

“We could start the Chicago fire.” Mick lights up as Red starts listing possibilities. “Go to the Wild West. Steal a dinosaur and ride it down Manhattan. Punch Hitler. Go to Salem and say we’re witches.” One thread that’s in the back of all their minds, is the chance to go back in time and save themselves and each other from their parents, from their pain.

“Exactly, this is everything we got into thieving for in the first place. More than everything.” Leonard exclaims. A chance to travel, where no one can hurt them and they can take what they want, unreachable and untouchable, safe and living.

“I can get behind a few of those, but I’m not going to be anyone’s hero,” the pyromaniac states as Red hands him her vodka bottle.

“I’m in too and I’m putting that dinosaur thing on my bucket list.” Red states before sharing a look with both Mick and Leonard, the two subtly nodding at her. “So, what do you say Lis, you ready to hit the time stream by storm?”

“What?” Blue eyes widen at the question. “You want me to come with?”

“You think we wouldn’t?” Her brother laughs.

“So, you in, Goldie?” Mick asks the girl who is basically his sister.

“Hell yeah!” She screams her smile almost splitting her face in two. “You bet your asses I’m in!” 

“Now that we have that out of the way, maybe we should talk about the reincarnating and immortal elephant in the room.” Red mutters, twitching, really not wanting to have this conversation or open the door to Lisa and Leonard’s childhood pain.

“What are you talking about?” The older woman asks, the reincarnating thing striking a cord.

“That’s part of what we didn’t, or more accurately, I don’t know how to tell you.” Leonard tries to explain. The reincarnation thing hitting a deeper and darker hole for him because he remembers and spent more time with her. “We agreed we would tell you if decided to go.”

“Apparently this Randall-” 

“Vandal!” Red shouts correcting Mick.

“Vandal Savage is an immortal that can only be killed by these two people named Carter Hall and Kendra Saunders, they were kidnapped/recruited too.” Mick stops talking looking at Red and Leonard silently begging them to take over.

“And what’s so difficult about them that you don’t know how to tell me?” With the lack of information, the brunette wasn’t quite connecting the dots.

“This Kendra and Carter are...” 

“They’re soulmates who reincarnate,” Red adds, taking over ripping off the bandaid for Leonard.

“What?” This stuns the brunette, falling on to the couch. She may not have been old enough to remember her mother, but she knew what type of person she was and what she done to her brother and what he stopped their mother from doing to her when she was barely six months old laying in her crib. “Like she claimed that... she could... would... and she lost...”

“She was really crazy.” Leonard cuts her off as he joins her on the couch wrapping an arm around her shoulder, her head falling on to his. “But maybe less than we thought.” Red and Mick moving closer to them. “We don’t know for sure it’s her, there could others. There’s is a lot of weird stuff out there.” Mick lands on Lisa’s right side snaking his arm around her waist. “One of the people on the roof apparently was resurrected. So maybe there’s other reincarnated people out there or maybe she really was just crazy and she wasn’t some reincarnating person or whatever.”

“Lenny.” The brunette sighs. “Two people show up and say they reincarnate... mom was either completely off her rocker or she’s now this Kendra Saunders or maybe the slim chance that there are more reincarnating people out there and she’s someone else.” Red joins the three by laying across all three of their laps. Surrounding Lisa with support she needs to handle the shock and for Len to get some support and comfort he has been refusing since he found out about Kendra. “But I think we all know how unlikely it is that there are more people with this... power.” They stay there for several minutes just laying in their little cocoon of comfort.

“Are you two sure you want to do this?” Red’s rare show of concern showing for the first time since Leonard went to jail for killing Lewis and Lisa had a bomb in her neck. “You guys have been hurt enough in your lives. And this woman if she is who we think she is, has the power to hurt you even more?”

“Are you sure you guys can handle it?” Mick low drawls continues. “That this time travel gig is worth it?” 

“Red, Mick.” The eldest Snart looks at the two with understanding. “I get it, you’re worried. But I’m fine. I doubt she’ll remember anything from her life as Carolyn Snart. She was definitely too drunk or too high to remember anything from that part of 4000 years of memories.” Len admits sadly, clearly remembering his childhood.

His father beating him and Lisa. Lewis using Lisa as leverage to get Leonard to keep his mouth shut and help on jobs. Carolyn was either drunk or high or shutting up on something. Never somber because she blamed herself for the death of her soulmate. She got into an abusive relationship with Lewis to punish herself for it. Carolyn would always go on about how she would reincarnate and meet her soulmate in the next life. Carolyn sometimes hit Len or worst and she once tried to smother Lisa in her crib, would have if Leonard hadn’t stopped her and gotten Lisa away from her. They have had enough pain already, she shouldn’t be able to cause them anymore. 

“And besides you guys will be there with us, if she is our mother and for whatever reason it becomes too much for me or Len or both of us, we’ll leave the mission.” Lisa negotiates, hugging Leonard and Mick to her sides. “And if we don’t see it then you can drag us away screaming.” 

“We got your backs Goldie and Coldie.” The three snorting at the ridiculous rhyme that left Red’s lips. As Lisa and Leonard process the possibility and strong likelihood of Kendra being their reincarnated mother, Mick and Red plan ways to protect the Snarts from her. Because after all the shit the four of them have been through, they swore to always have each other’s backs and that’s something that anyone of them will never betray. The Hellhound and Heatwave won’t let Carolyn Snart hurt either of the Snarts ever again.

**Author's Note:**

> Please comment and kudos


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